And one night I went out on the moors; oh, heavenly! celestial!--under the stretch of stars! Elf-land in silence, save for the bewitched wind.

And the fairy forests drew me toward their edges, down, down into the hollow, with delicious shivers.
"Once I trembled indeed, for the starlight on the swamp was suddenly splintered into millions of flashes; and my heart leaped in pure fright!.

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It was only a wild duck whirring headlong into the woodland waters--but oh, if you had been there to see the weird beauty of its coming--and the star-splashed blackness! You _must_ see that with me, some time.